I LOVE this meal! It’s so easy and delicious and everyone in my family adores it, including my toddler! Check out Kelly’s for more!
- 1 box Ziti noodles
- 1 Can Del Monte Traditional Sauce
- 1 Ricotta Cheese (16 oz)
- 1 tablespoon of basil, 1 tablespoon of oregano
- 1 cup Mozzarella Cheese
- Parmesan cheese
Cook ziti according to directions. Put in 9″ X 13″ pan. Mix in Ricotta cheese and seasonings. Mix in Mozzarella cheese. Pour sauce over top. Bake in 350° oven for 45 minutes. Sprinkle with Parmesan cheese, serve. Delicious!
Just copy paste THIS and everything below up until my Five links:
I thought it would be cool to have a meme where we post links. We can post up to five. Then we tell five more people to share their links. If we all share who tagged us, our links are sure to be seen!
They can be business links, favorite sites, affiliate links, whatever you want…
There are Five Rules:
1. MUST be clean. No R rated sites.
2. Only FIVE links.
3. MUST tell 5 people.
4. A link back to the person who tagged you
Okay. So here are five random links I’d like to share:
Next up is Mommy Pie’s tag: Five Classes I Wish They Would’ve Taught in School meme, so without further adieu, here are a few I probably should have taken:
1. How to Clean a House 101- I’ve had my house professionally cleaned by a housekeeper. I missed something here because she pulled so much dirt and yuck out of my house -it was horrifying (especially since I had ‘cleaned’ before she came-you know, to avoid embarrassment.)
2. How to Fix Hair 101: Yeah, I stink at this. And, I have two daughters. They will NEVER get a french braid.
3. How to Cook 101: I mean it. Sad, ain’t it?
4. How to Remove Vomit 101: This would have come in handy about 3 times this week. Yeah, we got it again. So lucky that way.
5. How to Avoid Weird Neighbors 201: I just threw this one in-because WE GOT THEM!
This last one includes a giveaway, just for sticking around so long. Leave a comment with your answer and I’ll draw a winner for a “How To Knit Kit” (Yes, I know it could very possibly change your life, but I can only award it to one person).
Happy Mommy and Truth in Soliloquy tagged me for this one: Here are 6 things about me. One is untrue. I will then choose a winner from the comments, so don’t forget to leave a comment at the end of this terribly long post. You know you want to learn how to knit.
1. I have an identical twin sister.
2. I have an old chippy paint door in my bedroom.
3. I played college volleyball.
4. I went thru 3 years of infertility.
5. My husband and I were on staff at a church for 10 years.
6. I have
Comments end Saturday night. I’ll announce the winner on Sunday.
I have been replaced. My pain runs deep, people.
I’ve never been a poster kind of girl. Even as a kid, rock stars and movie studs didn’t grace my walls.
There is a box. It is in my house. It is large. It is full.
It mocks me.
Can you hear it?
Yes, that is the sound of my bulging scrapbook photo box, pointing its wicked Kodak finger at me.
I have good intentions. Really, I do. When I list hobbies, I put down scrap-booking. I buy the supplies. I have stickers for every significant event that has occurred in our lives for the past 10 years. Did you know they made stickers for baby’s first poop and first public tantrum?
I stuff my photos into that blasted box. And that’s where they sit. You know why?
I’m a scrappin’ failure. It’s true. I’m a loser in the die-cutting department of life.
Oh, I have good intentions. Believe you, me. I’ve bought magazines and attended classes. I own special scissors and a hole punch in the shape of Mickey’s head.
I’m sure these were designed with serious scrappers in mind. And in my mind, I am a serious scrapper. Just not on paper, exactly.
And I feel very guilty about that.
I want to be able to give my kids this ginormous book stuffed full of memories from their amazing childhood. This will not only impress them, it will announce to the world that I am a good mom.
But I have a bulging box and I am so far behind.
That’s when this genius idea hit me.
I was digging thru my box when I found this picture:
(WARNING: You may want to protect your eyes from the raw horror of this photo).
I was 9.5 years old and entirely too old to be photographed with that doll. My ‘fro was a gift from my mother- because she was a home-perm gift giver.
Am I the picture of 80’s beauty or what?
This photo is lovingly referred to by my family as my, “corn cob teeth picture.” Isn’t that nice? That’s a self-esteem builder if I’ve ever heard it. It was a year before I got braces and a much needed chemical straight-ner.
I remember posing for that photo. I felt pretty. Which truly proves that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And I loved that doll, the way my own daughter loves her baby dolls.
Just before we left the house for this photo shoot (which makes me sound all model-ish, my photo shoot) I grabbed my favorite doll. I’m not sure what possessed me to capture this moment with her. Perhaps I wanted to remember her because battery power caused her to suck on a plastic pacifier or maybe I just needed someone who didn’t care about my hair malady. It is what it is. And I’m not even ashamed. I am a courageous woman.
As I dug through my box, this picture spoke to me. First, it said, do not ever perm your daughter’s hair without a professional license. And if you do, do not re-perm it every three months until you create a giant afro on your child’s small head resulting in an enormous looking noggin’.
Secondly, the photo spoke to my scrap-booking aspirations. I decided right then and there, every week I would drag up an old photo from last year or 20 years ago and share it on my blog. It would be a virtual scrapbook, not only for my children, but also for the world.
Since I made this life altering decision, you know what that box has said to me?
See you next Thursday.
Sincerely, ‘fro me to you.
Food for the Soul:
Prov. 4:3 “When I was a boy at my father’s knee, the pride and joy of my mother, He would sit me down and drill me: “Take this to heart. Do what I tell you—live! Sell everything and buy Wisdom! Forage for Understanding! Don’t forget one word! Don’t deviate an inch! Never walk away from Wisdom—she guards your life; love her—she keeps her eye on you. Above all and before all, do this: Get Wisdom! Write this at the top of your list: Get Understanding! Throw your arms around her—believe me, you won’t regret it; never let her go—she’ll make your life glorious. She’ll garland your life with grace, she’ll festoon your days with beauty.”